


Swimming Lessons

by Thorinsmut



Category: The Hobbit (2012), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien
Genre: M/M, it's so fluffy I'm gonna die, nudity and smooches, swimming lessons, the third chapter has smut
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2013-01-25
Updated: 2013-03-10
Packaged: 2017-11-26 21:56:13
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 4
Words: 4,336
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/654822
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Thorinsmut/pseuds/Thorinsmut
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Bofur teaches Bilbo how to swim.<br/>Each chapter can stand on it's own.<br/>Chapter one: fluffy cuteness<br/>Chapter two: more fluffy cuteness<br/>Chapter three: suddenly smut<br/>Chapter four: hobbit babies!</p>
            </blockquote>





	1. Chapter 1

**Author's Note:**

  * For [ForAllLove](https://archiveofourown.org/users/ForAllLove/gifts).



> Written for the prompt: Bofur teaches Bilbo how to swim and it is all very cuddly  
> I don't know why I didn't think of it myself, it's the most perfect thing ever. 
> 
> originally posted at http://thorinsmut.tumblr.com/post/41472044449/swimming-lessons

“Bofur!” Bilbo’s voice rose at the end of the name, the Hobbit bit his bottom lip, looking uncertainly at the little pond.  
“It’ll be fine…” Bofur soothed, squeezing Bilbo’s shoulder, then kicked off his boots and began the laborious task of removing all his layers.  
“But Hobbit’s _don’t swim_.” Bilbo was fidgeting and not getting any less clothed, eying the pond distrustfully.  
“Everyone can swim.” Bofur assured him, “If _Dwarves_ can learn to swim, then I’m sure Hobbits can too… You’ll be a natural with those big paddle feet!”  
“I’m… I’m smaller and lighter than a Dwarf! I’ll be washed away in the current!” There was a note of panic in the Hobbit’s voice now, and Bofur heard it. He shrugged out of his underclothes and stood in nothing but his hat under the warm summer sun, flopping down onto the grass to soak up the warmth… grinning up at the blushing Hobbit who was trying not to stare.  
“Clothes.” Bofur said, making whisking-away motions at Bilbo with his hands, and the Hobbit blushingly obliged, stripping and laying down on the grass beside the Dwarf, his head resting on Bofur’s shoulder.  
“Now…” Bofur said gently, running his fingers through Bilbo’s silky curls… “Who told you all these terrible things about swimming?” he asked.  
“…my father…” Bilbo admitted, quietly, “He lost a friend, when he was young, drowned… and it happens often enough! Hobbits get washed away and are never seen again! It’s not safe!”  
“So, your father was frightened, and you never had a thing to do with water?” Bofur asked, making sure he had it all straight.  
“Oh, I messed about with boats a bit when I was young and reckless… but no. Hobbit’s don’t swim. I don’t _swim_ , Bofur!” Bilbo pleaded.  
“hmmm…” Bofur considered. “It’ll be the Brandywine River, that Hobbits are washed away in?” and Bilbo nodded.  
“I can see that.” the Dwarf acceded, “It’s a fair amount of water for little Hobbits… but this little pond doesn’t have any currents, you know that, right?”  
“…yes…” Bilbo said, sheepishly.  
“And I promise we’ll stay in the shallows, too.” Bofur soothed, “I’ve seen you wash in streams and ponds before, and I promise we’ll go no deeper than that.”  
“I _know_ Bofur, but… still… _swimming_.” Bilbo said miserably.  
“hmmm…” Bofur let it go for a moment. He spotted a little white and pink flower in the grass and plucked it, placing it gently on Bilbo’s chest. The Hobbit smiled up at him, smelling the tiny flower before tucking it behind his ear.  
“My mother…” Bofur said, conversationally, “When it was obvious we’d be living above-ground as travelers, our mother made sure Bombur and I knew how to swim… She _made_ us learn, even though we hated it at first, because she didn’t want us to panic and drown if we fell into a body of water… she made us learn to swim to keep us _safe_.”  
The Hobbit went still for a long moment, “That’s why you’re so _adamant_ that I learn to swim.” He said quietly.  
“Aye.” Bofur admitted. “And you’ll be perfectly safe in this little pond… and it’s easier than you think.”  
Bilbo turned over, laying on his belly and looking very intently at the Dwarf. He reached up to twirl the end of Bofur’s long mustache around a finger, then oh-so-gently tugged on it to bring the Dwarf’s mouth close enough for a gentle kiss… the Hobbit’s lips so achingly soft against his own that Bofur could have forgotten all about swimming lessons…  
Bilbo pulled away, squaring his shoulders, jaw set.  
“I’ll do it.” He said, and Bofur smiled.

They waded together into the sun-warmed water, stopping when the water was up to Bofur’s waist, up to the bottom of a very nervous Bilbo’s chest.  
Bofur dunked himself quickly, throwing his loose hair back as he came back up. Bilbo squeaked as he was splashed. The Hobbit was still holding his arms above the water, looking less sure of his commitment again. Bofur threw a handful of water at him, so of course the splash had to be retaliated… and after a few minutes of a very spirited water fight Bilbo was less nervous again.  
“You should learn to float first.” Bofur said, demonstrating, filling his lungs with air and laying back in the water, moving his arms and legs slightly to keep them from sinking.  
“It’s easy, and you don’t have to get your face in the water.” He stood again, smiling at Bilbo, and put a hand on the Hobbit’s back, “I’ll keep my hands under you, so even if you do it wrong you can’t sink.”  
Bilbo smiled shakily back at him, and Bofur coached him, encouraging him to relax and breathe deeply as he lay back in the water.  
“See?” Bofur said, his hand just barely touching Bilbo’s back as the Hobbit floated, “The water holds you up, you’re like your own little boat!” Bilbo smiled, proud of himself but still nervous. Considering the view, the Dwarf wasn’t in too much of a hurry to move on, but he reminded himself that he had a job to do, and that job wasn’t sightseeing.  
“Are you ready to try floating on your belly?” he asked, and Bilbo nodded. Bofur helped right him, and then put his hands on the Hobbit’s chest and belly as he leaned forward, tensing, his back arched to keep his head far above the water.  
“Relax…” Bofur reminded, “Spread out like you were before, the water will hold you…” he had Bilbo concentrate on taking deep breaths, until the Hobbit was floating quite well.  
“Now you’re going to swim.” Bofur told him, “I’ll still hold you, but start kicking your feet…” Bofur guided Bilbo in a slow circle around himself as the Hobbit propelled himself forward.  
“Good… good…” He encouraged, “Now, you’re going to use your arms too…” He supported Bilbo with one hand, while he demonstrated the motion Bilbo should be using with the other. Bilbo tried it, a genuine smile lighting his face as he felt the difference. Bofur walked along slowly beside him, his hand just barely touching Bilbo’s belly as the Hobbit took his first swim.  
Still, it was unusual exercise for the Hobbit, and Bofur stopped it before Bilbo got too tired… while it was still fun for him.  
“There!” He said, proudly, “Natural swimmers, Hobbits, just as I suspected!”  
Bilbo stood, flushed and grinning, his curls all plastered to his head but still the most beautiful thing Bofur had ever seen.  
“Thank you Bofur.” Bilbo said, reaching toward the Dwarf and Bofur gathered him in for a kiss.  
And he decided that the swimming lessons were going to have to go on for a long time, years, _decades_ , because an armful of wet slippery Hobbit was probably the sweetest armful of Hobbit he’d experienced yet.


	2. Chapter 2

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> more swimming lessons

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> originally posted at http://thorinsmut.tumblr.com/post/41636157636/swimming-lessons-2

It was not a large stream.  
Bofur had found a place, on a bend in it, that he thought would do nicely. The water was slow moving and not too deep or too shallow… it was perfectly safe, the perfect place for Bilbo to start to loose his fear of currents.  
First things first, they washed their traveling clothes and lay them out on the rocks in the sun to dry… then Bofur smiled at Bilbo, gesturing at the water with a turn of his chin.  
Bilbo looked at the stream, his lips going thin with worry… before squaring his shoulders. The eyes he turned up to his Dwarf were full of trust.  
“Ok.” he said.

There was a large rock on the inside curve of the stream. Bilbo clung to it, and Bofur stood in the chest-deep water a few steps away.  
Bilbo kicked off from the rock, propelling himself through the water the short distance into Bofur’s arms. The Dwarf lightly kissed his smiling Hobbit and gave him a boost back to the rock, taking a small step backward.  
He thought he was retreating gradually enough that Bilbo wouldn’t even notice… he was congratulating himself on turning the game into a swimming lesson when he saw it… the tiny flash of fear in Bilbo’s eyes despite his smile, the hesitation as he was about to launch himself from the rock.  
Bofur took two quick steps forward, and Bilbo visibly relaxed, his smile turning genuine as he kicked off the rock and splashed his way to the Dwarf. Bofur hugged him tight, noticing that the Hobbit was trembling slightly.  
“No more of that.” He said, gently. “Should we practice floating?”  
“Ok!” Bilbo grinned… he had taken to floating much better than to actual swimming. Bofur put one of the Hobbit’s hands on his shoulder and charged upstream, towing the laughing Hobbit behind him. When he deemed were far enough upstream, he stopped and they both lay back in the water, holding hands to keep close together.  
It was peaceful… with the softly muffled sounds of the stream all he could hear… he kept half an eye on Bilbo, who seemed relaxed… Bofur watched the sky as the current gently turned them, through the dappled light under an overhanging tree, out into the sun… watched the clouds move… a few small birds flutter past… slowly back into dappled shade, and they had traveled through the entire curve of the stream and it was time to be done floating.  
He stood in the waist-deep water and gave Bilbo a hand as the Hobbit did the same.  
“That was…” Bilbo had a dreamy look on his face, “That was… _nice_.”  
“Aye.” Bofur agreed, pleased, and they splashed their way to the shore. Bilbo turned their clothes over so they would dry faster in the sun, and they settled themselves on the smooth rocks of the shore to dry themselves.  
Bilbo gently combed Bofur’s hair, making sure it didn’t dry tangled, while Bofur had a smoke… enduring having his pipe stolen from time to time so Bilbo could have a drag.  
“Currents in water aren’t always scary…” Bofur began.  
“No, I guess not…” Bilbo said, “Not in a little stream like this, it’s nothing like the Brandywine.” he shuddered a little at the thought.  
“I’ll have you swimming in the Brandywine, before I’m done.” the Dwarf promised. Bilbo’s laugh at this died an early death when he saw the look on Bofur’s face.  
“No, Bofur!” He gasped, face going pale, eyes wide. “Not the Brandywine, no!”  
“shhh…” Bofur soothed, putting an arm around the Hobbit, squeezing him tight, kissing the curly top of his head, “It will be a long, long time before you’re ready to swim in any river… if we do swim in the Brandywine, you’ll be more than ready.”


	3. Chapter 3

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Suddenly a Wild Smut Appeared!
> 
> Caution: This chapter contains awkward watery sex!

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Originally posted at http://thorinsmut.tumblr.com/post/42247285358/swimming-lessons-3

Far away from any civilization… that’s where Bofur felt like Bilbo was most himself. In the Shire he was very much a proper Hobbit, and among Dwarves he tried hard to fit in, but out in the wilds with nobody but Bofur he was just… Bilbo.  
Right now, Bilbo was sprawled out on a blanket in the sun – as naked as the day he was born. Bofur, safe in the shade of a tree, wondered if all Hobbits loved the sun so much, or if it was a peculiarity of his particular Hobbit… they certainly wore a lot of clothes in the Shire, if that were the case. Bofur smiled at the thought of the entire Shire populated with naked Hobbits, all lolling in the sun…  
Bofur laughed a little as he turned the little carving he was doing, looking at it from a few different angles to make sure he had it right before continuing.  
This was a nice little valley. Bofur had come across it in his wanderings and knew that nobody ever really came here. It was the perfect place to spend a few weeks during the summer, just the two of them, no disapproving neighbors, nobody to impress.  
Bilbo rolled over onto his belly with a contented sigh, shading his eyes to look at Bofur, who smiled back at him.  
“Booofur, come heeere.” He called, sing-song.  
“You know I burn in the sun.” Bofur called back, laughing.  
“Just for a little while.” Bilbo coaxed, wiggling in a way he knew the Dwarf found irresistible.  
Bofur put his carving down, “If I come sun with you, you have to come swimming with me afterward.” He gave his ultimatum, and Bilbo nodded eagerly, so he came over to sit in the sun beside the Hobbit. Bilbo fussed with his clothes until he took them off, and then draped himself across the Dwarf, making a happy purring noise.  
“You know this is boring, right?” Bofur asked, petting Bilbo’s back, “Just sitting here, doing nothing…”  
“…but the sun feels good.” Bilbo contended sleepily, and Bofur had to laugh at that. Hobbits were not known for denying themselves anything that gave them pleasure… he traced patterns in the freckles that had started sprouting up all over Bilbo in the last week, the Hobbit’s normally pale skin had blossomed a golden-warm tan under the sun – unlike Bofur who was far more likely to turn red and peel if he stayed out too long.  
Bilbo giggled as Bofur’s fingers traveled to ticklish areas, wiggling in his lap in a way that was distinctly distracting. The Hobbit of course noticed immediately and grinned up at Bofur, eyes sparkling with mischief as he rubbed himself against his Dwarf.  
“Not here…” Bofur protested, “Let’s go swimming first.”  
“mmm… no swimming.” Bilbo decided, putting a hand over Bofur’s mouth, planting little kisses up the Dwarf’s ribcage. Bofur nipped at Bilbo’s fingers with his teeth until the Hobbit drew his hand back with a gasp.  
“Breaking your word?” He asked, eyebrow raised, and Bilbo nodded, straddling Bofur’s lap with a confident smile… just a little too sure of himself.  
“Oh, I can’t have that.” Bofur decided, picking himself up and slinging the Hobbit over his shoulder, ignoring Bilbo’s laughing protests as he carried his Hobbit toward the small lake… carried him right in and didn’t let go until he had to swim.  
“Someone has to keep you honest.” he defended as Bilbo splashed him in retaliation, but Bilbo was laughing so he know the Hobbit wasn’t really angry with him.  
“You’ll be sorry later when you want me, but I’ll be too late!” Bilbo threatened, swimming past… he had become a decent swimmer over the past few years, though he wouldn’t likely ever love swimming the way Bofur did.  
“There’ll be no love for me later?” Bofur laughed, swimming after his Hobbit, “Then I’d best get some now.” he caught Bilbo around the waist, flicking his tongue up the sensitive curve of his ear.  
Bilbo made a beautiful little whimpering noise, then pushed himself out of Bofur’s arms, eyes a little wide.  
“You can’t mean to… out here…”  
“I can and do.” Bofur grinned, swimming after Bilbo, easily catching him again, running his hands over the Hobbit’s beautifully round body as he kicked to keep himself afloat.  
“It’s too deep, we’ll drown…” Bilbo protested weakly, arching into Bofur’s hand with a gasp as the miner cupped the Hobbit’s growing erection. “We can’t… it can’t really be done… can it?” Bilbo asked.  
“Never tried before.” Bofur admitted with a smile, “Let’s find out.” He pulled Bilbo in against his chest, rubbing his own erection against the smooth skin of his Hobbit’s back as they both kicked to try to stay afloat… Bofur tried to time his breaths to alternate with Bilbo’s, so someone always had air in them to keep them afloat.  
“It’s not… mmm… it’s not going to work…” Bilbo gasped, “…and if it does… we’ll drown.”  
“A fine way to go.” Bofur murmured, kissing up Bilbo’s ear, worrying lightly at the sensitive tip with his teeth… and Bilbo was beyond coherent speech.  
It was not his most impressive performance, Bofur would be the first to admit… he realized almost immediately that he wasn’t going to be able to keep them afloat long enough for both to finish, so he focused on Bilbo.  
It took all his skill to keep the Hobbit’s head out of the water when he orgasmed, strangling out a half-formed curse as his little body jerked and shuddered… and in the struggle Bofur had lost his own arousal.  
He worked to keep them both afloat while Bilbo recovered, taking big shuddering breaths and treading water weakly.  
“Bofur… why…” Bilbo asked, leaning against the Dwarf as he got control of himself again.  
“To see if it could work.” He answered simply.  
“…and does it?” Bilbo asked.  
“Not very well.” Bofur admitted, “But now I know!” Bilbo laughed tiredly and kissed Bofur’s cheek. When Bilbo was able to swim again, they searched around and found the submerged boulder they’d discovered a few days before… completely invisible above water, but it came up high enough that they could sit on top and rest for a few minutes without going to shore.  
“Did you get to…” Bilbo asked, gesturing toward Bofur’s groin, and the Dwarf laughed dismissively.  
“No, I had enough work keeping you afloat…”  
Bilbo made a sympathetic sound, pressing against Bofur to kiss his neck… the Dwarf leaned back, hands on the rock, eyes closed, as his Hobbit’s hands roamed over him, expertly finding and using all the little places that made him moan… before finally those small strong hands he loved so very much wrapped around his erection, working him expertly, the added dimension of the water all around him only adding to the experience.  
Bilbo was moving around him, and Bofur was just opening his eyes to see what he was doing when suddenly his erection was engulfed in the heat of the Hobbit’s mouth… he gasped out a question he knew Bilbo couldn’t hear… he felt the bubbles of the Hobbit’s released breath bubbling through his lips and ticking up his belly through his hair…  
It was only a few moments later when Bilbo released him, coming back up for air, the shock of the (relatively) cold lake water replacing Bilbo’s mouth made him groan… Bilbo took deep breaths, his eyes shining.  
“Good?” he asked, hands back to work where his mouth had been.  
“Sweet Mahal, yes…” Bofur gasped, and Bilbo grinned, taking a deep breath and diving back under the water.  
The alternating heat and cool, and Bilbo’s expert hands, brought him to his release quickly… in his memory of it later, it was all jumbled… but he did know that his body was arching up, his pleasure spiking in the heat of the Hobbit’s clever mouth, and he was focusing on not letting his legs come together and trap Bilbo underwater… and then suddenly his hands were not on the boulder anymore and there was no air, just water in every direction and in his nose and mouth and he needed to breathe and he was panicking, searching for the air and there was no air…  
He was roughly pulled out of the water, halfway by his hair and he didn’t even care that it hurt, coughing and gasping as he got his orientation back, holding on tight to Bilbo…  
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” Bilbo was babbling, shaking all over.  
“It’s all right…” he soothed, between coughs, “I just… I just slipped.”  
“I should have been more careful…” Bilbo sat down beside the Dwarf, leaning against him hard as he gently brushed the wet hair out of Bofur’s face, looking up at him so pleadingly that it nearly broke his heart.  
“You can’t kill me that easy…” He smiled, kissing Bilbo on the forehead, putting his arm around his Hobbit in a tight hug. “It’s all right now.”  
Bilbo clung to him while he got his breath back.  
“We should probably not do this again…” Bilbo commented.  
“Awww…” Bofur gave his Hobbit a light squeeze, “It was lovely until the drowning bit…”  
“What was that you said earlier, that it would be a fine way to go?” Bilbo asked, eyebrow raised.  
“I take it back.”  
“Good.”  
They rested a little longer on the submerged boulder, until Bilbo yawned and stretched, poking at Bofur’s exposed shoulder.  
“You’re going to burn if we stay out here… let’s go…” Bofur looked at the shoulder in question… it was starting to look slightly pink.  
“Half-drowned and burnt to a crisp… the terrible things you do to me…” He teased as they swam back to shore.  
“I was going to burn you to a crisp nice and safe on land.” Bilbo pointed out, “the drowning part was all your fault.”  
And Bofur, laughing, couldn’t argue with that.


	4. The Brandywine

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Bofur finally gets Bilbo into the Brandywine... or is it the other way around?   
> Pippin and Merry also show up, because they _would_ , naughty things. 
> 
> I feel like this chapter got away from me, a bit, but I'm just glad to finally finish this series. I don't like having uncompleted series. It feels wrong.

It was a miserably hot day right on the tail-end of summer as Bilbo and Bofur hiked along, coming back into the Shire from visiting the Blue Mountains.  
Bilbo picked at the front of his shirt, peeling it off his sweating skin and fanning it a bit to try to cool himself, the sun beating down cruelly. His eyes traveled to the side, toward the river they were walking beside.  
It just looked so _cool_ and _inviting_...  
He fought down the sudden surge of panic as he realized what he was thinking. Yes, this might be the _Brandywine_ , but, looking at it, it wasn't so scary after all. Small ripples from the slow current curled along the surface, but it was not the raging torrent of his childhood nightmares. It looked practically _placid_.  
He had swum in worse, he realized with a start.  
Bilbo grinned, elbowing Bofur, then gestured with his eyes toward the water, laughing at the delighted surprise in his gray-haired miner's face.  
They wasted no time in stripping, hiding their clothes and packs in some trees, and plunging into the cool water, laughing and splashing and kissing as though they were still young.  
“I can't _believe_ we did that.” Bilbo laughed as they continued on their trip, refreshed, “Anyone could have seen us, the scandal would never have died down!”  
Bofur just laughed and kissed him. 

 A week later they were back in the Brandywine. Bilbo had insisted on swimming clothes for them, because he really _didn't_ want to scandalize Hobbiton any more than necessary. He wore a light shirt and double-layered short pants, while Bofur made do with just short-pants.  
Bilbo was just as glad that there were few Hobbits watching, Bofur had grown with age, but only in breadth, not in softness. Bilbo was sure that any Hobbit who saw his big furry miner shirtless would be put off from other Hobbits forever.  
“The way I put you off of Hobbits?” Bofur had laughed when Bilbo confided his little worry, but Bilbo had assured him he'd never been very intrigued by Hobbits to begin with.  
“Then there shouldn't be a problem!” Bofur teased, “Any Hobbits I snare didn't like Hobbits to begin with!”  
Bilbo was glad enough to have a shirt, even if swimming naked felt better. Bofur might like how he looked, but no one else needed to see his old body. Hobbits aged much _rounder_ than Dwarves did.  
By the next week, the novelty of the fact that Bilbo and 'that _Dwarf_ of his' went swimming in the Brandywine on warm days had worn off. Bofur had just cannonballed off the boat dock, nearly sinking a floating Bilbo, when there was a small scream and a second cannonball splash, and suddenly a thrashing little Hobbitling was in the water with them.  
A thrashing little Hobbitling who clearly did _not_ know how to swim.  
Bofur fished him out and set him on the boat dock, and then both Bilbo and Bofur pulled themselves out of the water too, the young Hobbit quailing under their matched stern expressions.  
“Pippin Took.” Bilbo said, recognizing his young cousin, “Tell me _exactly_ what you thought you were doing!”  
Pippin's bottom lip trembled, the words falling out all in a heap, “It's so hot out and it looked fun and Merry said I couldn't but I said I could, and...”  
“MERIADOCK!” Bilbo shouted, and the slightly older Hobbitling slunk out of the bushes, looking ashamed of himself. Bilbo knew him just well enough to know that the shame was probably fake and he was probably thinking up a sob story and escape route at the same time.  
Bilbo and Bofur sat the mischievous cousins down and tried to piece the story together. The cousins had, apparently, been daring each other to join Bilbo and Bofur for days. Their conversation had become heated, the word 'baby' had been bandied about, and Pippin had undertaken to prove his manliness by running off the end of the boat dock after Bofur, showing his beloved elder cousin that he was _not_ a baby.  
Bilbo and Bofur looked at each other, rolled their eyes, and nodded. Now that the idea of swimming was in the young Hobbit's heads they would probably try it again, and if they tried it when Bofur wasn't there to fish them out again...  
“We'll have to teach them...” Bilbo started, and Bofur nodded.  
“You take Pippin.” Bofur said, “We'll start with floating.”  
Pippin and Merry thought the victory smile they shared was subtle enough that the slow old Hobbit and Dwarf wouldn't see it. They completely missed the second eye roll between Bofur and Bilbo. 

 The two Hobbitlings took to water much faster than Bilbo had, by the time Merry's mother Esmerelda, who was supposed to be watching them, found them, Bofur and Bilbo were boosting Pippin back and forth so he could splash from one to the other while Merry placidly floated nearby, occasionally dragged back when he started to float too far.  
If she hadn't been a Took, she might have had a fit of the vapors, but instead she sat herself on the boat dock, splashing her feet in the water to stay cool, and watched with a smile. She was young enough that she didn't remember a time before Bofur came to the Shire. He was just Uncle Bofur, just another member of her sprawling family.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> I hope you enjoyed!


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